That Dang Woman...
Now I have a disclaimer before I start this. My wife is my everything. She’s the best thing that ever happened to me and I love her more than I love my luggage. She’ll get it or you might, think Steel Magnolias; but sometimes, that woman drives me friggin crazy. For instance, I will readily admit that I’m a backseat driver. I want to scream at you every time you let that dumb ass in the left lane merge in front of you at the merge cones. But then I remember my beloved wife and her driving skills and courtesies, and I think you’re not so bad. I think God put her on this earth to test my patience riding shotgun. Never in my life have I ever seen someone wait so long to get in the lane she needs to be in to exit the highway. She will stay in that middle line riding the driver in front of her ass until she has at least 4 cars on her left that she needs to cut off or merge into. Drives me friggin crazy. But then there’s the fast lane...